“You know I’m right,” he said, his eyes betraying the calmness of the words.
“What are they fighting over this time?” I asked quietly towards Collin and taking a seat at the table.
“Who gets to take the sports car, I think.”
“Okay. What’s the big deal about that?” It was just a car.
“No clue. That’s why I’m staying out of it.”
“It’s mine. You won’t be taking it anywhere.”
“Come on, man! I promise it’ll come back just as it is right now. No marks.”
“Use the other car,” Dominic said, his voice not budging.
“Please, man. Ineedto use it.”
“No.”
“Collin, man, tell him to let me use that fucking car.”
“Nope, don’t even try. I’m staying out of this one,” Collin said.
“You always stay out of it! Just for one time, tell him to just let me use his stupid car!” Zevon said, pushing off the wall.
Collin didn’t say anything, only raised a brow.
“This is crap. Both of you know that, right?”
“You can’t take it, Zevon. I refuse to let it be tainted by your drugs or needs.”
“I only want to use it to take to the auction. It’d make it look like I have more money. Please. I’ll do whatever you want if I can just borrow your car for a few hours.”
“No.” Dominic huffed one last final time. “You will not ever use my car. Ever.”
“I’ll teach Scarlett how to drive.”
“I already know how,” I said from my spot. “Why can’t you just use the black car?”
“Fine,” Zevon huffed, shooting a look at me before storming from the house, slamming the door behind him.
“So you two had to fight over the car and wake me up?” I huffed, laying my head down on the table.
“Sorry,” Dominic said, not really sounding all that apologetic.
“No, you’re not.”
“I’d advise you to not reply to that,” Collin said around a sip of something in his coffee mug. I was pretty sure it wasn’t coffee or tea in there.
Dominic shut his mouth, eyes wide. He was wise, for once. I couldn’t help but look over at him, though. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail, holding it back from his face. It made him look younger that way. And kind of cute, too. Not that I wanted to notice that fact.
A few moments later, he uncrossed his arms. “I’m going out. Be back later.” Then, he was gone.
I lifted my head to Collin, a question in my eyes.
“He probably needs to let off some steam.”
“All right,” I said slowly. “What do you want for dinner?”
